He said he was taught to be humble in victory as that scene played of him walking over to shake the hand of the poor man on the ground.
Grant Elliot is old. Old enough to have lost the sledging snarl of youth, Old enough to enjoy the game. Old enough to celebrate success because after all the years of trying when you finally achieve something like this you think of all those times when you were truly pissed off and this one moment makes it all worthwhile. Old enough to understand that it is sport. Merely an invented game. This twinkling moment that should, in the light of day for the loser, bring the realisation expressed by ABD coming to the press conference: "The sun will still come up tomorrow".
PS: Have no sorrow for South Africa. Just remember the times when they have thrashed us. Bask in it.
12 months of my past were spent at Scott Base. Of course with 4 months of darkness aurora were visible regularly. One particular active evening I ventured out in about ten layers, took a ground sheet and snuck out to a quiet spot and lay on the snow. They say that aurora sing to you. It seemed so. As one watched, these curtains – imagine floor to ceiling drapes and you are looking from the floor up into them – swished and danced and jetted toward me and drifted back to space. Then to be replaced by another set adjacent to begin the show again.
Anthony Powell’s doco “A year on Ice” has some absolutely majestic aurora time lapse. I took my family to the show at the Embassy and remarked to the audience that after years of trying to describe my experience this doco was easily the best description of what a year on ice was like.
I do wish the aurora would sneak up here a little more. Wellington just doesn’t cut it I’m afraid and I will have to trust Capture to show the bits I miss.
The arts science split was/is profound.
You think? I know loads of people who were talented in both.
At school it was.
Canned that one….
Good for knotty problems though.
When I was in the 4th form I wanted to learn typing. Why I don't know but it was a skill I thought was cool 'cos I liked typewriters!! (Pulling them apart :-) )
Don't really know how useful that would have been today though........waste of t im e REaLly.
The arts science split was/is profound. There could/should be an option attached to each stream to give "General Education" of science for the arts and "General Education" of arts for the science.
Is there a connection to the Royal Tiger pub?
Yes I believe so. It was either beside or under the pub.
does that really say “Miniature shooting gallery’?
Yup. Shooting was an amazingly popular sport and pastime for the multitudes. 400 would turn up to Trentham from about 1906 to shoot long ranges. Free Ammo, rifles and rail fare to all entrants. Lord Roberts sorted the shorts wearing Baden-Powell Boys and told them they needed to hone up their shooting skills and invented the “smallbore rifle” that swamped Britain and NZ country towns. Wellington developed the “Royal Tiger” range which was in Taranaki St beofre it got shifted to Russell Terrace in the 60s. Still a lot of “miniature Rifle” Clubs Associations around. The smallbore fraternity is now renamed “Target Shooting NZ” as not many understand what the hell a Miniature Rifle was!
Signed RM. Target Shooter for 45 years…so far.
PS: NZ Defence has been working on the history of the Trentham Rifle Ranges and will be giving a presentation next Wednesday night at the National Rifle Assoc of NZ office, Trentham.
Didn't anyone notice that the "fly" had aerials sticking out the front of it? It could be one of these new fangled Drones. One aerial to transmit and one to listen. They have been saying that they will be flying these things through kitchen windows in the near future. The future is here. And it is in Grey Lynn.
Is there a connection with the Pohutakawa tree(s) that have been saved? Was this Drone a warning to the Transport Authority? If so then the "fly" should get a medal.
DON"T KILL IT! Save it for Jolisa!
it doesn't matter what JK does, he gets on swimmingly. Treacle or water.
As for the likes of sooty on the shoulder....
Somewhere between the Savannah and the Carlton Pub sex became private. Does anyone know when we stopped (while “civilisationing” ourselves that is)?
Good to see Southerly’s lessons from The Physics of Light being used to illuminate.